Land Rover first love
Every morning when I get up
I enter garage and her it is them me,
it looks with that two round eyes
and does it say where he goes?
to the job as every day
I turn the key and her heart it begins
to bubble for the too diesel
few second and the motor it starts to sing
we are in the street only fog, smog, buildings and long
languages of asphalt
but my Land gives me a magic
The buildings turn him into the dunes of Amsel
the smog in Sahara mirages
the fog in haze of the virungas
the asphalt in excavated red of Solitare
and it is for this that hook my Land
because every morning with her is an it risks
spoed